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You’d better run, outrun his gun.

Didn’t realize how depressing ‘Pumped up kicks’ by Foster the People was until I started reading the lyrics. I’ve had this song on my iPod for some good time now and it wasn’t until today that I actually felt sad hearing it. I don’t know how many times I’ve boogied down to this tune in the club,in my car, at work, totally oblivious to the fact that it’s subtly talking about the Columbine shooting of ‘97. It just goes to show you that music can leave a bigger impression than just what you hear on the surface. That upbeat tune, mixed with somber yet haunting lyrics, who would have known? I don’t know whether to call them musical geniuses or just having us look stupid for dancing to one of the worst school massacres in history.

Robert’s got a quick hand. He’s looking ‘round the room, he won’t tell you his plan. He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kid. Yeah, he found a six shooter gun. In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things, I don’t even know what. But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you

 [Chorus x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.


GRYEFF ON LOVE AT THE CLUB

Dearest 18 year olds,

I’m mainly talking to the Canadian population, because legal age here is 19. But i guess i could address this to the 21 year olds too. Beware the club, or da clurb, or whatever you wanna call it. It’s not somewhere you would want to spend your young adult life. It’s a breeding ground for insecurity and desperation. The low self-esteem that festers from the sticky bar tops, and the desperate sweaty yet sloppy bodies that come at you from behind is exactly what goes on under smoke and mirror. The night club is, and I believe will always will be just another hole in the wall where people devote their night into picking up a random stranger to go home with because their day life sucks. People are so desperate to come home with someone elses +1.  There are times though, that I’ve gone and just wanted to blame the goose and harlem shake to happiness. I’ve done my time, but finding ‘love at the club’ is not going to lead to any happily ever afters. Any single lady who says that they ‘just want to dance’ is already lying as they put their fake lashes on and rub a little glitter on their boob (I hate that shit). Is this how you really wanna meet people? I mean, I’d rather spend my fridays over a plate of food with cheap beer anyday than kill myself emotionally because no one finds your physical appearance sufficient enough for a good time. Trust me, nothing can prepare you for the morning after. Regret is sleeping inside your bedsheets and it looks like a hot mess. There are no apologies you could find in this situation because the only little bit of pride and sanity was jagerbombed 20 minutes before closing time. If you’re going to the club for good clean fun, then go. But if your intentions are to leave with somebody else, not only are you falling into a bottomless pit of drunken lust, but you’ve also just derped on your chances of getting the herp.

Gryeff on escapeism

You should never stop trying to escape. Whether it’s from others, from yourself, or from bullshit around you, find that escape rope.  As children, we were always taught to have an imagination. We lived in that realm for a number of years, training our dragons in our living rooms, fighting monsters under our beds, flying into space in the backseat of dad’s minivan; we were limitless. Growing up, we were told to get our heads out of the clouds and fly back down to earth. We’re all guilty for listening, but it shouldn’t end here.

You see, the driving force behind the success of most people is their willingness to get away. Everyone needs to believe that there is an escape to normalcy and status quo. If we all accepted reality and nothing else, then life would suck. We wouldn’t be able to progress. This is why we have people who want to cure incurable diseases, people who want world peace, flying cars and dinosaur cloning. Imaginative kids grow up to be ambitious human beings, great innovators.

Imagination is stronger than knowledge.

Most of us are living our lives out of the friction between what we want to be and what we really are. We’ve reached a point where we are so in control of our lives that we have the ability to confirm friendships by the click of a button. Playing those imagination games as kids have given us a small portal for escape, escape from this world we were given. The more our world got worse, the more escape we wanted. What’s holding us back?